[HP] Born to be a pair

The weather on Hogsmeade Day was fairly clear. The cold air that had gathered for many days was dissipated by the bright sun. The air was clear and smelled of wet grass and new earth.

The path to Hogsmeade was crowded with happy senior wizards.

It was a warmer day, and Renee was wearing a worn green pullover and faded straight-leg jeans.There were threads on the cuffs and raw edges on the trouser legs, but Neville, who was walking beside her, didn't care - to her, there was no reason to worry.

"Do we have to?" Neville asked uncomfortably.

"Of course," Renee said. "Trust me, I have experience."

They turned into the main road and parted ways with most of their classmates.Renee fumbled two clean flannel shawls from her bosom.

One of them was given to Neville, and the other one was covered by her head, revealing only two slightly drooping eyes, shining with a strange light.

"Why did you go to the Pig's Head Pub?" Neville looked at her uneasily, and covered his head carefully, "It's very scary there, there are many weird wizards."

"Just curious." Renee perfunctory, took his arm and returned to the middle of the road.They bypassed the classmates who were rushing towards Zuko's joke shop, and hurried into a small road.

The Hog's Head pub is here, a battered wooden sign hanging from rusty brackets over the door, with a picture of a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wraps it.

The closer Neville got, the more frightened he became.His hand holding Renee gradually tightened, his fingertips turned white, and he kept swallowing.

Sensing the strength between her wrists, Renee couldn't help frowning, she glanced at the pale Neville, and patted the back of his hand lightly with the corner of her mouth drawn.

"OK OK."

Not long after they stood there, some acquaintances came over one after another.Dean was the first to approach. He looked up at the two of them (Neville became even more nervous), and after recognizing them, he reluctantly put on a smile and greeted them.

"You guys came early." He looked friendlier than before, perhaps because he was finally looking forward.

"Yeah." Renee nodded casually, and passed him to talk to the Patil sisters who came later.Leaving Neville and Dean staring at each other, the atmosphere was as still as water trapped in a sluice.

"You must have known it a long time ago!" Padma complained to her angrily, "I thought it would be a surprise."

Parvati stared at the shawl Renee used to wrap her head, and glanced sideways at Neville, who also wrapped her head tightly, and couldn't help asking.

"What's going on here? Is there such a dress code?"

Renee shook her head, her golden fringe swaying from side to side: "I just don't want to draw attention to the popularity of this bar."

However, this wish was difficult to achieve, because within a few minutes of them standing at the door of the bar, the crowd had gathered more and more.Except for Slytherin, there were at least four or five people from each house.

"Let's go first."

Renee frowned impatiently. Things were beyond her imagination. She originally thought that there were no more than ten members in the first generation.

Accompanied by rustling discussions, Renee pulled Neville and opened the door first.A ray of sunlight followed them into the room, illuminating a misty cloud of dust flying in the stuffy room.

The room was cold and dark with the sweet smell of damp and decay.Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were sitting in a dark corner of the bar, and the three of them looked towards the door with dumbfounded expressions.

"I thought they would all know the customs here." Renee whispered in Neville's ear.

Indeed, except for this group of fresh campus blood, the guests here all wrap their heads with various cloths, and no one can see their appearance clearly, just like a mysterious and anonymous utopia.

Fred Weasley ordered two dozen bottles of butterbeer at the bar and passed them one by one to the rowdy crowd, who fished coins out of their robes and handed them back to him, as did Renee and Neville.

She fished a few Knuts from her pocket and rummaged at the bottom until she found two Sickles, but by then Neville had paid them both.

"I'll buy you a drink," he said, laughing, and offered Renee the bottle of butterbeer in his left hand.

"No need." Renee's tone suddenly became stiff, and she forcefully threw the two Sickles to Neville, "It's just butter beer, I can afford it myself."

After finishing speaking, she didn't walk in Neville's arms for the first time today. Instead, she brushed her hair and strode behind Hermione, pulled a dirty chair and sat down.

Neville was taken aback. This was the first time he had seen Renee's unceremonious indifference.

"I must have done something wrong." He thought nervously, and turned his attention to Dean, Renee's ex.

"Oh, yes." Dean suppressed the smile on his lips and kindly reminded him, "She doesn't like being treated very much."

Renee had just sat down, her eyes fixed on Hermione's tousled curls in front of her, and she took a swig of hot butterbeer, which was warm - cold - and quenched the fire that was rising inside her.

this is not right!Renee thought in a panic, after a few weeks of smooth sailing, she almost forgot to be cautious.

She couldn't treat Neville as an ordinary lover, and she could let her expose her true emotions wantonly.

So after Neville carefully sat down next to her, Renee immediately apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now."

"It's okay!" Neville replied immediately, "I shouldn't make the decision for you."

The two reunited, holding hands and leaning together sweetly, and the two tightly wrapped heads snuggled up to each other.

Hermione couldn't see behind her, talking nervously about this semester's useless Defense Against the Dark Arts class and its professor; Harry could see it clearly, but he showed an indescribable expression and quickly moved away. line of sight.

All eyes were on Hermione who spoke, and everyone reacted strongly when she hesitated to say that sentence.

"We need proper training in defense because...because..." she finished after taking a deep breath, "because Voldemort is back."

Neville let out a strange cry from the side, and then quickly glanced at the seemingly calm Renee, and quickly transformed into a choking cough.

It took Renee a lot of effort not to tremble visibly, and even though she knew Voldemort was coming back, and probably knew when Voldemort was coming back, the name still terrified her bone marrow.

The sense of oppression that he didn't care about was all reflected in his red eyes that were as thin as slits. When he stared at him, Renee couldn't see his own reflection, nor could he see anything in the world. The inside was too narrow to fit. thing.

They are complimenting Harry one by one, after all, he has more actual combat experience than others over the years; some people are questioning him, such as Hufflepuff's Zacharias Smith, his words The tone and tone were very blunt, which almost irritated Ron.

"When can I start studying?" Renee suddenly asked sharply amidst the babble of the crowd.

Everyone fell silent, Hermione gave her a surprised look, and quickly brought the topic back: "Oh! Hmm - that's a good question, so everyone agreed that Harry would teach us, right?"

Everyone murmured agreement, and Neville hesitated for a moment before grabbing Renee's trembling, cold hand.

She forced a smile, but it was well hidden by her flannel shawl.

Renee's actual combat experience is not less than Harry's. Although the practice and experience gained by stealing time, who would dislike that they know less spells?

Attack spells and defensive spells are what she desperately wants to learn more, and every additional practical spell will increase Renee's chances of survival.

What's more, she still has a spell that she will never learn, maybe this time she can succeed under the long-term guidance of the savior.

The topic had come to an end, and Hermione hoped that everyone could sign the list she had prepared with a strange expression, and signing represented a promise that she would not tell anyone else about the study group.

Some people are hesitant, but Renee has already rushed to sign her name impatiently.

With her taking the lead, others began to sign one after another. Neville was the second after her, followed by Padma, Sister Parvati Patil, Lavender, Dean...

"You're Renee Hawke, aren't you?" Hermione nervously pinned the hair stuck to one side of her cheek behind her ear. "Neville often talks about you in the common room."

Renee understood what she meant. As Neville's friend, he should naturally win more favors for him, but it was not easy to grasp the degree.So amidst Hermione's flickering eyes, she smiled.

"Hello, Hermione - can I call you that - I am grateful that Neville has such good friends as you, I am so glad to have met him."

Hermione, blushing a little at the enthusiasm in her words, said happily, "Yes... yes... Neville's a very nice person."

As soon as the words fell, the last person also signed his name, and the others were about to leave. Hermione said again: "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Renee, and I hope we can meet at the first party soon .”

The party broke up, and Renee and Neville walked out of the Hog's Head pub slowly behind the others, the half-drunk butterbeer still in her hand, and as soon as she walked back to the sunny avenue, she immediately pulled off her shawl down.

"Huh - take it off, Neville," Renee said refreshedly, "it's a good thing we covered our heads, it smells really good in there, doesn't it?"

Neville returned the shawl to her in silence, with a lot of questions in his stomach, but the words came out of his mouth: "Where do you want to go next?"

"Is there anything you need to buy?" Renee asked, and they had walked side by side into the crowded area of ​​the store.

She staggered Neville's eyes, and looked at the nearby Devis and Bans store with curious eyes. There were many magic props in the window.

"Go to Honeydukes." Neville suggested, "If you get hungry occasionally before dinner, why don't we go buy some candy and take it with you and eat it when you go for a walk."

Renee thinks this is a good idea, as long as you don't buy gift boxes, Honeydukes candy is actually not expensive, and it is within the budget she planned this time.

When passing the corner of the street, Renee followed Neville's eyes and saw an inconspicuous small tea shop with 'Lady Puddiffe's Tea House' printed on the tacky lace signboard.

"What...is it like in here?" Neville asked casually, "Do you know?"

Knowing too well, of course she has been there more than once.

Renee wanted to laugh at Neville's youthful temptation, but seeing his nervous and frightened expression out of the corner of her eye, she held back.

"I don't know." She looked over blankly, "I never noticed this teahouse here! Do you want to go in and have a drink?"

"Oh! No, there's no need!" Neville said quickly, "I'm just asking, I've already had butterbeer, let's go to Honeydukes!"

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